Green grass stretched out before them, with a few men and women scattered around playing golf. Looking further ahead, they noticed a few people. There was a caddy standing nearby, wearing the uniform common to golf courses.
As for the man and woman, they couldn't tell who they were just yet.
As the golf cart got closer, Cherish Turner recognized the man – it was Lincoln Wood, whom she had met once before in the office.
Lincoln Wood was wearing a light green long-sleeved POLO shirt, a round-dot diamond-patterned vest, and vertical stripe dark trousers. He had a duckbill cap on, and this middle-aged man looked just as dashing as any young, handsome men. Lincoln glanced at the woman playing golf, and then suddenly turned his attention to the approaching golf cart.
"Dad! Look, my shot was good, wasn't it?" The woman called out in a coquettish tone.
Lincoln clapped his hands, "Not bad."
